The Time it Takes to Fall.
By: Twistedcandycane.
Hey guys! This is my first time ever writing for this tv show, but I have watched all the episodes and I do have my facts straight (I hope).
I don't know how this will play out, but hey, trying never hurts, right?
Warning: May or may not contain spoilers. If so, I will warn you at the beginning of the chapter.
And also, it might take me awhile between chapters to update.
Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint, nor do I own the characters.
Prologue.
The hot water of the shower cascaded down Jules Callaghan's back, welcoming her to release her stress. Sadly, that was easier said then done. It was a difficult day. A very difficult day.
The scenes of the day played out in Jules' mind like a terrifying nightmare, or a sick thriller movie. She remembered Spike's face after the second and finale shot was fired. He was as white as a sheet, and he looked absolutely devastated. No other way to describe it.
Trying to scrub away the painful memories, Jules began to scrub her hair harder and harder. It wasn't working. After realizing that it was only creating pain, she softened up her grip and rinsed her hair of the conditioner and rid her body of the soap.
After completing her nightly routine to cool down, Jules lay in bed, wide eyed, and unable to fall asleep.
Sleep. How lovely that would be. To just let the day drift away, and to slip into a quite and peaceful slumber. Unfortanetly, she didn't think it would be that peaceful. Most definitley not.
Sitting up in bed, Jules looked around her bedroom. The moon lit up the opposite wall of her window, showing the shadows of the window itself and the tree outside. That never bothered her. Sighing, Jules gave up on sleep. Putting on her slippers, she walked down to her kitchen, turned on the light and made her way over to the kettle to heat it up.
Jules stopped dead in her tracks. She turned around and looked at her front door, then looked at the wooden table beside it. She power walked to the door, slipped off her slippers, got her keys and made her way to the front door. Just as she left her house she looked at her reflection; Grey tank top, black sweats and tassled hair. It was good enough for her.
She locked the door, ran to her vehicle and got in. After checking to make sure everything was in order, she drove down the street. The silence was bugging her so she turned on her radio to the smooth tunes of jazz.
After stopping at the four-way, she turned left and made her way to her destination.
There was somewhere she wanted to be, and it sure as hell wasn't here.
So...what do you think?
Should I continue, or quit while I'm ahead?
If I get say, anywhere from 3-5 reviews saying to continue...I will.
And tell me, what do you think happened? Where was Jules going?